Ginomai

The Sun
is a great swelling
candle
up ahead.

The Moon,
melancholy, bright
lucid, bone dry
uncomfortable
with intimacy

The Firmament,
translucent
veil to the oblivion

and trickster–

tempted us to fly
and remind us
we’re only wandering
fluctuating
guilty

nowhere
anywhere

The Earth seems almost done
(with all and sundry)

The Birds:

sinuous energy
let loose in the blue
tied together
at their claws

take flight, ascend
migrate, and portend

The Bees,

glittering evidence
(amid lithe moments
of the day that appear
clear as quartz)
of theft as natural.

suckling

petering out
of our lives

Your Skin.
Always like another’s, no doubt

Mother,
unraveling
igniting the hearth

Father,
colluding
with the universe

I
augmenting
quivering
finally

enter the light

 

Medha Singh

Medha Singh

Medha Singh is a poet from New Delhi. Her first collection of poems Ecdysis (2017) has been published by Poetrywala, Mumbai. Her poems have previously appeared in Nether, Muse India, Beyond Borders, The Bombay Literary Magazine, The Journal of the Poetry Society, and several others. She has bylines in The Hindu, Mtv (indies), Bordermovement, Rock Street Journal and Rolling Stone Magazine, where she wrote on music. She received her degree in MA, English Studies from Jawaharlal Nehru University. In 2015, she was part of an exchange program as part of her master’s degree, at Sciences Po, Paris where she read International Relations. She is currently working on her second book of poems and a short text on travel fiction. Her poems are forthcoming in the Sahitya Akademi and Red Hen anthologies of Contemporary Indian Writing. Her interests range widely, between philosophy, photography, cinema, music and painting, owed largely to filmmaker Alejandro Jodorowsky. She is Editor-at-Large at Coldnoon.

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